I walk through paths of unknown , in eerie cold of existence. My way is long, and my time is not eternal. What this life has to offer me? I'm ready to free all my demons...
What this path has to show me? The time is running out... What this life has to offer me? My time is running out...
This long way, from start to an end, Like river flows and beating the rocks. This long way, from start to an end, Like river flows...
With blowing wind, I'm becoming the sand, With blowing wind, my life ends.
With blowing wind, I'm becoming the sand, And crumble on the dead land.